There are certain moments in life when everything goes wrong. When all the events around you revolve just in the opposite way you want them to move. Such moments, though rare in my life, but when they come, they really take a toll on me.
I love dancing and, I’m learning Bharatnatyam since the age of five. My love for dancing is as pure as gold. I find my happiness in every mudra and step. I find ecstasy when I show my devotion to the Almighty through my dance. To me, dancing is synonymous with worshipping.
Every year, I take part in the inter-college dancing competition. Generally such competitions have no specific themes. There are different sections though, like Indian Classical and Western. I always enrol myself in the Indian Classical section. That doesn’t mean that I do not enjoy or appreciate the Western dance form, but I’m more comfortable with the Classical form and, consider it as my cup of tea.
Last year, however, the organizers decide to have only one section, Western Dance. And there was no other option. I was very much disappointed and decided not to participate. This was announced only 15 days prior to the competition and, I thought it would be a tough job for me to muster all the nuances of it.
But eight days after the declaration of the competition, one of the members of our college group met with an accident which eventually led to a situation that I had to include myself in the group as her replacement. I had only a week left with me to learn everything. Although the steps were not so hard still I some of them were new for me. Moreover, the others were already much advanced as they were practicing for so many days. Overall, the situation became quite difficult for me.
Just four days were left to the final day and, I was still floundering with the moves. The tension and nervousness were playing hard on me. It was quite unusual for I never had stage-fright but, as I mentioned, sometimes everything just became negative.
The situation was getting worse and, I was even thinking of leaving the show producing some plausible explanation of illness or anything.
Three days to the show; I was returning from the college when I observed a little kid who was trying to climb a roadside tree. The branches of the tree were looking not so strong and I wanted to warn him that he might hurt himself. He said that he had only one kite which got stuck in the upper branches of the tree and he had to climb to recover it.
I felt curious and waited there. Partly because of my curiosity and partly that I wanted to help him if he needed any. The boy was jumping harder and harder in order to get hold of one of the lower branches. He failed several times, but he looked determined. Finally, he was able to get hold of one and, then easily swung himself up.
The divine smile of success on his face instantly made me happy. This small incident poured into me the very needed optimism. His little act of recovering his kite, as if, was telling me not to quit at any point in life. I could feel the sparks of positivity within me once again. “I have to do and, I MUST do. I will not quit”, I told myself. Those 5/6 minutes changed me completely. I became hopeful and confident once again.
The boy was still standing on one of the branches. I clicked him and he once again smiled, this type it was pure joy and happiness. He even said,”thanko Didi’‘ 😀
I’m grateful to the unknown kid. Unknowingly, he provided me the optimism and positivity very much needed for me. I practised harder for three days and, on the final day, I never faltered for a moment. Our group got the second place and everybody congratulated me for performing so well even after joining so late.
This is my #lookup story and, literally, I had to look up to click this picture.
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